"Ok, what are you doing?!?!"
A red headed kid in a black robe asked. Tom sat up and rubbed his throbbing head. He thinks Sarah kicked him on the way down.
"What are you talking about? And where did you come from?" Sarah demanded.
The red headed kid rolled his eyes and looked at one of his friends, a boy with jet-black hair and deep, green eyes.
"Uh. Potions. like you." He shot another look at the black headed boy.
"And, why are you down on the FLOOR with him?!?!?"
At this announcement, everyone around them started laughing. This gave Tom time to look around. They were in an enormous hallway, huge. Peering around, he noticed all the doors located in their particular hallway. He concluded they must be in some type of old college or something. Sarah on the other hand, didn't like people laughing at her, and started to turn beet red.
"Yeah," A girl in a black robe snorted. "And why are you wearing such stupid clothing?"
Ok, that did it. Sarah jumped up and grabbed the unlucky girl by the throat.
"How dare you!! How dare you insult him! He can't help it!" She yelled, gesturing wildly at Tom, who was still staring up at them from the floor.
Now, I'm sure our good buddy would have had a remarkable comeback, but he was cut off by the arrival of another group of teens in black robes. The only difference between the two groups was the little emblems on their shoulders.
"These Gryffindors giving you trouble?" Said a particularly beefy kid. Tom turned.
"What? Me?!" He squeaked.
This kid was really big, his fist looked big enough to make a dent in a cement block.
"I said," He began again, picking Tom off the floor. "Were these losers bothering you?"
Before Tom could reply, the group of newcomers had formed a semi-circle around him. Weird.
"Um.. no. They're fine. Really."
The kid immediately stopped pounding his hammer-like fist into his palm and frowned. The black headed kid stepped up.
"You better watch it Crabbe." He said. Tom watched in fascination as the first group of robed kids started to brush Sarah off and pulled her into the group, shielding her from view.
"Wha.." He began to say, but got no further since he was being pushed along by "Crabbe".
"Come on, let's get out of here." He sneered. Tom tried to wrench away and look behind him, but all he could see was the first group of teens, going in the other direction. Sarah was being shoved along also, no doubt.
"HEY! Watch it! NO ONE shoves ME!" *Smack* Yep, Sarah was being "guided" as well.
As for Tom, no one in his group was saying much, except for the occasional "scum" comment that was thrown at the backs of the other group. Now, away from the only person he knew, he was getting a bit nervous. He had no idea what he was doing here, or how he got here? Damn it, all he wanted was a Snickers. And look what happened. Tom didn't have much time to think this over however, for he was brought to a stop in front of a stone?! wall. A girl walked in front of him.
"Hey, what's the password again?" She asked.
"Er. password?" He said nervously.
"Oh yeah!" The girl slapped her hand to her forehead. "That's right! It's "password!"
And with that, the stone wall opened to reveal a cozy little room lined w/ poofy armchairs and sporting a huge fireplace. Tom stared. Crabbe stepped in front of him inside, and started up a flight of spiral steps.
"Come on," He said. "I don't know what those Gryffindor scum did to your robe, but let's get you a new one." Not knowing what else to do, Tom followed to linebacker up the steps. They entered a room reading "5th Years". Crabbe walked over to a trunk and dug out a robe identical to that one he was wearing. (Though not in size, we don't want to drown poor Thomas in black fabric, it would be a most humiliating death.) Tom awkwardly put the robe on, and looked at himself in the mirror. At least I'll blend in, he thought. Until I can find Sarah and get the heck out of here. Wherever here is. Thinking of Sarah made him nervous all over again. He had no clue where he was, or who these people were. He only hoped Sarah was faring better.
Sarah actually was faring better. I suppose though it depends on your view of "better". She flopped down on a bed covered in a bright floral pattern. (Ugh, she HATED floral patterns, but the other girls there had insisted that she loved them and that perhaps she hit her head too hard on the floor back there.) Oh well. They didn't concern her. What did concern her were all the books she found under her bed. Sure, she liked to read just as much as the next person, but this was ridiculous. Scattering the books all over the floor, (being able to actually SEE the carpet disturbed her) she rolled over and tried to fall asleep. She wasn't concerned about anything; nothing was a mystery to her. This was a vacation, a little get away from the real world and hey, it wasn't school. (Or so she thought.) As for Tom, he was a big boy; he could take care of himself. Sarah suddenly frowned. Ah well, she decided to shake it off, deal with it in the morning. I mean come on, this was a vacation! Couldn't she have a little fun?
A red headed kid in a black robe asked. Tom sat up and rubbed his throbbing head. He thinks Sarah kicked him on the way down.
"What are you talking about? And where did you come from?" Sarah demanded.
The red headed kid rolled his eyes and looked at one of his friends, a boy with jet-black hair and deep, green eyes.
"Uh. Potions. like you." He shot another look at the black headed boy.
"And, why are you down on the FLOOR with him?!?!?"
At this announcement, everyone around them started laughing. This gave Tom time to look around. They were in an enormous hallway, huge. Peering around, he noticed all the doors located in their particular hallway. He concluded they must be in some type of old college or something. Sarah on the other hand, didn't like people laughing at her, and started to turn beet red.
"Yeah," A girl in a black robe snorted. "And why are you wearing such stupid clothing?"
Ok, that did it. Sarah jumped up and grabbed the unlucky girl by the throat.
"How dare you!! How dare you insult him! He can't help it!" She yelled, gesturing wildly at Tom, who was still staring up at them from the floor.
Now, I'm sure our good buddy would have had a remarkable comeback, but he was cut off by the arrival of another group of teens in black robes. The only difference between the two groups was the little emblems on their shoulders.
"These Gryffindors giving you trouble?" Said a particularly beefy kid. Tom turned.
"What? Me?!" He squeaked.
This kid was really big, his fist looked big enough to make a dent in a cement block.
"I said," He began again, picking Tom off the floor. "Were these losers bothering you?"
Before Tom could reply, the group of newcomers had formed a semi-circle around him. Weird.
"Um.. no. They're fine. Really."
The kid immediately stopped pounding his hammer-like fist into his palm and frowned. The black headed kid stepped up.
"You better watch it Crabbe." He said. Tom watched in fascination as the first group of robed kids started to brush Sarah off and pulled her into the group, shielding her from view.
"Wha.." He began to say, but got no further since he was being pushed along by "Crabbe".
"Come on, let's get out of here." He sneered. Tom tried to wrench away and look behind him, but all he could see was the first group of teens, going in the other direction. Sarah was being shoved along also, no doubt.
"HEY! Watch it! NO ONE shoves ME!" *Smack* Yep, Sarah was being "guided" as well.
As for Tom, no one in his group was saying much, except for the occasional "scum" comment that was thrown at the backs of the other group. Now, away from the only person he knew, he was getting a bit nervous. He had no idea what he was doing here, or how he got here? Damn it, all he wanted was a Snickers. And look what happened. Tom didn't have much time to think this over however, for he was brought to a stop in front of a stone?! wall. A girl walked in front of him.
"Hey, what's the password again?" She asked.
"Er. password?" He said nervously.
"Oh yeah!" The girl slapped her hand to her forehead. "That's right! It's "password!"
And with that, the stone wall opened to reveal a cozy little room lined w/ poofy armchairs and sporting a huge fireplace. Tom stared. Crabbe stepped in front of him inside, and started up a flight of spiral steps.
"Come on," He said. "I don't know what those Gryffindor scum did to your robe, but let's get you a new one." Not knowing what else to do, Tom followed to linebacker up the steps. They entered a room reading "5th Years". Crabbe walked over to a trunk and dug out a robe identical to that one he was wearing. (Though not in size, we don't want to drown poor Thomas in black fabric, it would be a most humiliating death.) Tom awkwardly put the robe on, and looked at himself in the mirror. At least I'll blend in, he thought. Until I can find Sarah and get the heck out of here. Wherever here is. Thinking of Sarah made him nervous all over again. He had no clue where he was, or who these people were. He only hoped Sarah was faring better.
Sarah actually was faring better. I suppose though it depends on your view of "better". She flopped down on a bed covered in a bright floral pattern. (Ugh, she HATED floral patterns, but the other girls there had insisted that she loved them and that perhaps she hit her head too hard on the floor back there.) Oh well. They didn't concern her. What did concern her were all the books she found under her bed. Sure, she liked to read just as much as the next person, but this was ridiculous. Scattering the books all over the floor, (being able to actually SEE the carpet disturbed her) she rolled over and tried to fall asleep. She wasn't concerned about anything; nothing was a mystery to her. This was a vacation, a little get away from the real world and hey, it wasn't school. (Or so she thought.) As for Tom, he was a big boy; he could take care of himself. Sarah suddenly frowned. Ah well, she decided to shake it off, deal with it in the morning. I mean come on, this was a vacation! Couldn't she have a little fun?